Twelve of Roses

“Yes,” I pleaded, catching myself on the table when he physically spread my legs wider, causing me to lose my balance.

I felt his warm breath on the back of my calf a split second before he was dragging his tongue all the way up to my right ass cheek, drawing circles on the flesh before sinking his teeth down.

A soft hiss left my mouth. I closed my eyes and dropped my forehead to the table. He gripped the round globe and moved his mouth to the other side, repeating the motion on my left cheek, biting down a little harder. I groaned in contentedness, pushing myself back against him.

His lips rained down on both sets of bite marks as he gently pulled my thong down.

“I’m going to stick my dick in here,” he breathed, spreading my ass cheeks apart and placing the tip of his tongue right above my puckered hole.

“God, yes,” I moaned, not above begging for his beautiful cock in my ass.

“Not yet,” he teased.

I opened my mouth to complain, snapping it shut when he pushed his thumb all the way in instead, rotating it around to loosen me up.

“Max,” I moaned in frustration.

He laughed, pulled out and took hold of both cheeks, spreading them as far apart as he could, pushing his face between them.

“Ride my tongue with your ass. Ride it as hard as you can,” he commanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I eased back at the same time he eased forward.

I fucked his face with my ass just like he wanted me to. My moans and quick pants carried around the empty house. My nails dug into the wooden table, leaving scratch marks behind. He thrust his tongue in and out, keeping up with my erratic movements.

I reached back with one hand and grabbed hold of his hair, grinding on his tongue as hard as I could. My pussy throbbed between my legs, begging for attention, arousal dripping down my thigh.

When I reached down to stroke my clit, Max broke free and stood up. A strong shove on my back had my chest colliding with the tabletop. Within seconds, his hard dick was driving into me without concern, tearing and burning.

“Fuck, Max.” I moaned his name, rubbing my clit and slipping two fingers inside my cunt. He fucked my ass without mercy; just like I wanted, like I needed.

The table rocked beneath us, beginning to slide across the hardwood floor from our violent movements.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he grunted, slamming one hand down to brace himself, winding the other in my hair.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, feeling my impending climax rushing towards me.

“Shut the fuck up, Rose.” He pulled my head back, forcing my back to bow and his dick to go deeper. Nothing intelligible could come from my mouth after that. I added two more fingers, shoving all four in and out of my pussy, knuckle deep.

It was like a race to see what was going to make me come harder. In the end, I couldn’t pick; I came screaming his name, furiously rubbing my clit as he pounded into me. He continued to thrust as I tried to catch my breath. His dick swelled and he buried himself fully, coming with a different variation of my name on his lips.

“Rosie,” he sighed, leaning over me to kiss my cheek.

The nickname plucked at a distorted cord inside my chest. It was too much like him. I shut my eyes before Max could see the chaotic storm brewing inside them.

Chapter Fourteen

Present

How could she do this to me?

I paced back and forth, balling and un-balling my fists. She was pushing me on purpose. I knew her. I broke my ribs apart and pulled pieces of me out to make her.

Rose was mine, mine, mine. She was the altar I was forced to worship, beautiful like sunshine, but just as cancerous. She was a sick fucking poison invading my lungs. She was a tumor I couldn’t get rid of.

I needed her. This life wasn’t worth living without her. Didn’t I just suffer four years for this woman? Let her have some illusion of freedom by pretending I was nothing but a crisp corpse rotting in the ground?

Rose-Mary told me to pick her. I wasn’t going to. I was going to find someone else, but she said there would be a sign when the time was right.

Rose-Mary was the first woman who got my dick hard and taught me how to treat women in general. She would come into my room and ride me real slow while whispering in my ear all the things I should do to her. She loved when I smacked her around and busted her lip or blacked her eye. I never had my real mom around, and she stepped up to raise us while being a dutiful wife to my father.